Chapter 630: Chapter 564: Dare to Ask for Guidance_2

She could endure being trampled upon by those lofty beings, but she would never allow herself to break her own pride.

She did all this to rid herself of the marriage arranged by the old Demon Lord. How could she possibly return to where she started now?

Ning Feiyan could lose everything, but she would never be weak and helpless for the sake of a hand, living dependently with a submissive face.

She would rather walk alone on that path fraught with countless tribulations, even if she were to be burned to ashes by Karma Fire on that path, she would still keep walking amidst the ashes.

Mi Lu had never imagined that in such a situation, he could come up totally empty-handed.

His gaunt hand was suspended in mid-air, and the Young Lord inevitably looked sullen, feeling that Ning Feiyan was truly ungrateful.

Shu Ci seemed to have anticipated this, and she let out a cold laugh, “I just now advised Your Highness not to heed my words, and I suppose I don’t need to emphasize the need for caution either?”

Ning Feiyan smiled and said, “Why bother with such trouble, since the Battle Order has been given, Feiyan accepts the challenge.”

The Female Demon Lord and Shu Ci both looked at her.

Ning Feiyan looked at Shu Ci, bowed seriously, and then said, “Feiyan admits that her cultivation realm is far inferior to Lord Shu Ci, and in this battle, Feiyan concedes defeat.”

“Admit defeat?” The Female Demon Lord’s eyes flickered slightly, lips curling into a cold smile.

She was indeed astute, actually choosing such an approach in advancing or retreating.

Admitting defeat was indeed a simple and crude solution, but as such, Mi Lu’s previous protective actions seemed somewhat laughably clownish.

As expected, Mi Lu’s face grew faintly bluish.

Indeed, battles at the Monarch’s Return Banquet could be conceded, but as Shu Ci said, this once-in-a-century grand ceremony was not a child’s play.

If not well thought-out, one should not issue a Battle Order.

While conceding could be acknowledged, the cost of conceding was not insignificant.

In the Demon World, where martial honor is esteemed, surrendering without a fight is most despised.

From the Mohe down to the Demon Soldier, anyone who surrenders will lose all rights, status, and even their name in the Demon World, being exiled to Wasteland City.

Without the Demon Lord’s approval, they may never return.

Mi Lu’s expression was faintly distorted. During his father’s reign, he had personally selected a Young Princess Consort for him. The woman who was betrothed to him was none other than Ning Feiyan of Si He in the Demon World.

He admitted he quite liked Ning Feiyan, and what pleased him even more was that Ning Feiyan, being the noble Si He River Lord of the Demon World, was perfectly eligible to be his Young Princess Consort in terms of identity, cultivation, intelligence, and beauty.

But today, her simple declaration of defeat undeniably stripped her of her noble and powerful exterior, leaving only the identity of an Enchanting Demon. If exiled to the land of Wasteland City, Mi Lu’s desire to marry her dwindled to a fraction.

Wasteland City had already produced a sister who became a Demon Lord standing above him, and Mi Lu deeply loathed the word “abandon.”

Only Ning Feiyan, the lord of Si He River in the Demon World, was fitting for him, not a demon stripped of her name and exiled.

The Mi Lu who had just defiantly challenged the Demon Lord, attempting to snatch someone from her hands, now returned to his seat with resentful eyes, dragging his deformed body, his face full of sullen disappointment.

Yet, the Female Demon Lord quite appreciated Ning Feiyan’s decisive decision, but this still did not change the fact that she detested Ning Feiyan.

Ning Feiyan had too many shadows and resembled her too closely, an aspect truly nauseating to the point of wanting to vomit.

“Does the Lord of Si He truly wish to concede?” the Female Demon Lord asked with a teasing tone, her dark pupils bottomless.

Clearly, Ning Feiyan’s act of amputating herself to rescue her position had enraged her.

Ning Feiyan was about to respond when Shu Ci cut in, “Lord of Si He, may you think carefully before answering.”

Ning Feiyan’s gaze shifted towards her, “Lord Shu Ci, what do you mean by this?”

As the Demon Lord stand, Shu Ci still showed no intention to stand or kneel.

She sat upright, idly twirling an empty cup in her hand.

“When the old Demon Lord set this marriage for the Lord of Si He, he sought not just a marriage but you are also surely aware, Lord, that your mission is to sacrifice your scrutiny and serve His Highness with your body as the furnace and your spirit as the crucible, protecting His Highness from the Evil Beasts.

Out of pity for your hard-earned cultivation, he granted this marriage, offering you the position of Young Princess Consort. Even if you lose your cultivation, it is still a position of great honor.”

“But if the Lord of Si He chooses not to fight, this marriage can indeed be called off, but can I then understand that…”

Shu Ci’s gaze lifted, her numb eyes still empty and cold as ever: “As a forsaken demon, are you then subject to any humiliation by Lord Mi Lu at will, and even if you walk out of Mo City today, I can capture you alive and bring you back for His Highness’s pleasure, thus you would serve His Highness not as Si He Ning Feiyan, but as a demon.”

She gently pushed the cup on the table, looking sideways at Mi Lu, calmly saying, “In this way, His Highness should treat her just like any of his female slaves.”

Mi Lu’s face suddenly cleared of its gloom, his expression radiantly ecstatic as he looked at Shu Ci, thinking she had thought deeply about this situation.

Indeed, the River Lord he supported seemed to care about him.

Over the years, he had longed for Ning Feiyan without success, not to say extracting her cultivation to alleviate his rebound pain, clearly his fiancée, yet she wouldn’t even let him touch her.

Today, using this opportunity to shatter her pride and have her kneel at his feet begging for mercy brought him unmatched pleasure.

Thus, the demons in the hall looked at Ning Feiyan with inevitably some lewd and mocking malice.

Ning Feiyan fell into a prolonged silence, whether the Demon Needles in her body were becoming unbearable or due to something else, her body shivered slightly, her pale lips slowly forming a tight line.

At this moment, she knew clearly, Shu Ci was pushing her toward death.

She had no retreat, no room to maneuver.

Since she was deep in the evil Abyss of Hell, she should have understood that only a demon could accompany another demon.

A demon, is one who, seizing a moment of weakness among its kind, coldly and mercilessly opens its fangs and devours you.

She was only ever left with the choices of death or being tormented to death.

The weak should expect to be beaten.

The winds and storms of the world had already ceased, and the Time Platform still faintly bore the mottled traces of rainwater.

Ning Feiyan’s tightly pressed lips gradually relaxed, under Young Lord Mi Lu’s lustful fiery gaze, she curtsied, looking at Shu Ci calmly and earnestly saying, “Beiyuan Forest, Ning Feiyan, daringly asks for Lord Shu Ci’s guidance.”

The Female Demon Lord finally showed a satisfied look.

Shu Ci placed her fingertip under her dusty gray lips, lightly licking the taste of wine from her fingertip, her posture lazily as she yawned languidly, her gaze scornful, “I heard that a little demon called Hong Zhuang is now imprisoned in the Water Dungeon. That being said, if you die today among the flowers, there’s no one left to claim your body.”

Ning Feiyan said, “I will strive to survive.”

Shu Ci watched her, “You have disappointed His Highness’s expectations. This is your deserved punishment, but if you agree to marry His Highness today, I will not kill you.”

Ning Feiyan remained silent for a long time, her face expressionless as she said, “I implore you to try your best to kill me, show no mercy.”

Shu Ci shook her head in disappointment.

The Demon Lord turned and returned to her seat.

All was now decided.

Ning Feiyan narrowed her eyes, watching that figure climbing higher and higher on the Cloud Platform.

Although none of her decisions had been acts of self-abandonment, when finally driven to a dead end with no retreat, her heart could not help but harbor some feelings of self-abandonment.

But at the same time, she thought of that woman, a few cruel pleasures rising in her heart.

Now that she was about to die, see who could she beg to save her Hong Zhuang without any bottom line.

This was good too.

Gathering her resentment and disarray, Ning Feiyan touched the pearl pendant by her ear, smiled slightly, her eyes scanning the altar, ready to find a beautiful leaf to serve as her final resting place.

But before she could completely select from the scenery of myriad flowers, out of nowhere, amidst the clouds of demons, came a clear voice:

“Six Rivers of the Demon World, Si Chen, daringly asks for Lord Shu Ci’s guidance.”

Above the cloud steps, that figure in dark imperial robes suddenly stopped, beneath her feet, the earth veins’ flowing fire seemed to stagnate as if in fear.